I've been prepping myself for this day for a while. I thought I was in control, and had my bearings. Taking my German Shepherd to be put down today proved me wrong. I've never had to do something so hard in my life. He's been gone for 4 hours, and it's been the hardest 4 hours of my life emotionally. I feel confident that he knew I loved him. He was probably one of the most spoiled and loved dogs of all time.
Last night for dinner he got a mcdonalds 10pc nugget combo (i drank his diet coke), a cheeseburger, some hickory farms summer sausage and smoked cheese, and about 15 of his treats. Then this morning he ate his food and a donut. Then we went on a 1 mile walk. He normally would be able to do a few miles, but he was slowing down on me by the end of the first lap. So we called it quits. Then I gave him a big bowl of ice water, because that was his favorite after a long walk. Eventually, we for in the car and headed for the vet. I was already sniffling and my eyes were full before we even backed out of the driveway. He always loved going for rides though, so I tried to keep the mood upbeat. When we got there, I think he knew. His mood changed and he tried to walk off in the other direction before I got his leash on. We went in and filled out paperwork and that was torture and I lost it a bit. They had a full roster so we waited a while. Them I picked out his box that I'm keeping him in. Finally, they came out and were ready. They said they were just going to weigh him and get him situated, then come back for me, so I can be there, as I requested. When they came to get me, they took me back into the room. They tried to make it look like a living room, with a loveseat, end tables with a lamp, and a surgical table with blankets, sheets, and a pillow that he was laying on. A nurse was holding his arm, and he was laying there so good, being the great dog he always has been. They told me to say my piece then they would inject the meds. By this point I was a sobbing mess and all I could say to him was he's a good boy, and I love him. They finally found the vain and administered the drugs. His eyes started to droop, his body relaxed, and he got heavier in my hands. Then he stopped breathing. They said he's resting now and I can stay as long as I wanted. I remained with him for about 5 minutes, just petting him and talking to him. Crying uncontrollably the whole time. I finally said my final goodbyes and left. Haven't really had a 20 minute time without tears yet, but I'm trying. My other dog, the little one, is visibly sad, and he's even crying.
So if you have a dog, love them and never take them for granted. The end comes much too fast.
Thanks for letting me vent.
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Last night for dinner he got a mcdonalds 10pc nugget combo (i drank his diet coke), a cheeseburger, some hickory farms summer sausage and smoked cheese, and about 15 of his treats. Then this morning he ate his food and a donut. Then we went on a 1 mile walk. He normally would be able to do a few miles, but he was slowing down on me by the end of the first lap. So we called it quits. Then I gave him a big bowl of ice water, because that was his favorite after a long walk. Eventually, we for in the car and headed for the vet. I was already sniffling and my eyes were full before we even backed out of the driveway. He always loved going for rides though, so I tried to keep the mood upbeat. When we got there, I think he knew. His mood changed and he tried to walk off in the other direction before I got his leash on. We went in and filled out paperwork and that was torture and I lost it a bit. They had a full roster so we waited a while. Them I picked out his box that I'm keeping him in. Finally, they came out and were ready. They said they were just going to weigh him and get him situated, then come back for me, so I can be there, as I requested. When they came to get me, they took me back into the room. They tried to make it look like a living room, with a loveseat, end tables with a lamp, and a surgical table with blankets, sheets, and a pillow that he was laying on. A nurse was holding his arm, and he was laying there so good, being the great dog he always has been. They told me to say my piece then they would inject the meds. By this point I was a sobbing mess and all I could say to him was he's a good boy, and I love him. They finally found the vain and administered the drugs. His eyes started to droop, his body relaxed, and he got heavier in my hands. Then he stopped breathing. They said he's resting now and I can stay as long as I wanted. I remained with him for about 5 minutes, just petting him and talking to him. Crying uncontrollably the whole time. I finally said my final goodbyes and left. Haven't really had a 20 minute time without tears yet, but I'm trying. My other dog, the little one, is visibly sad, and he's even crying.
So if you have a dog, love them and never take them for granted. The end comes much too fast.
Thanks for letting me vent.
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